𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 || Karl Jacobs x Reader

*13|| Late Night Talks

"False alarm, but still look around, I heard spider-man got some patch update because he was stealing shit."

You widen your eyes threateningly at the playful ram hybrid who cackled almost maniacally, leaving everyone on the table confused.

In the end, Skeppy didn't even notice his missing bread and everyone left the kitchen for the living room following Schlatt who brought two bottles of wine with him, definitely with the intention of blacking out with the others.

You're sure it's not possible but then again, being sucked into a game is also far from what you can classify as possible.

Techno was left washing the dishes, the flood of people barely gave you both some time to fix the chores. But tomorrow, you can handle it so he can rest.

The sound of the ceramics colliding with each other filled the room while you stared at his back. You're certain that he senses it but when the silence became stifling and suffocating for him, he spoke up.

"What is it?" He asked as he placed the ceramic in the dish hanger.

"I think you should do it tomorrow."

Techno looked at you over his shoulder, stopping his task for a moment before continuing. He already knew what you were referring to, it doesn't take a genius to guess what it was.

"I think you should go to bed."

He replied as his hand reached for the towel hanging on the nail by the window. You let out a sigh as Techno gently dries out his hands with the fabric. You heard a loud, corrupting laughter from Quackity behind you.

His mirthful sounds urging you to follow his melody, but you're in a serious discussion right now, it's not proper to laugh.

"Don't you think you need to rest?"

"Rest is non-existent in this world, danger surrounds us." He responded, blankly.

"You did most of the mining, provided us a lot, why don't you–"

"Why don't you mind your own business?" He snapped back, making you close your mouth.

The silence that followed the clearing of his throat was awkward and tense, he hung the piece of clothing before quickly leaving and heading straight for the bathroom. You pushed yourself off the kitchen arch and spun to your heels only to stumble back as a hooded figure stood behind you. The person let out a yelp while you squeaked out a squeal.

"Bad?!"

Shit, did he hear you both?

"Sorry for creeping on you, I was wondering if there's still apple pie left." He explained and you nodded, heading towards the chest to check, kneeling in front of the inventory as you searched.

He definitely heard it, why isn't he discussing it with you? 

"I'm glad you met Techno before everyone did," He said, confirming your suspicions of his eavesdropping, you looked over your shoulder to look at him with a raised eyebrow and he shot you back with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen..."

"Nah, it's fine." You turn back to the chest and pull out the dish he was searching for. You rose from the floor and walked towards him with the item in hand.

"He's just tense, don't worry your pretty head about it." He said sweetly, his white eyes forming into an upward 'v' as he smiled at you before taking the apple pie from your hands.

"I know, I'm just concerned"

"He probably appreciates the concern, he'll apologise sooner or later."

When you arrived in the living room Quackity was sprawled on the floor, clutching his stomach as he laughed. Karl was kneeling next to him, giggling and face beetroot red. Skeppy was already passed out on the couch with one leg hanging on the edge and the other propped up on the cushion while Schlatt sat on the seat opposite of Skeppy's, taking a swig from the wine bottle after telling a story about how glass and sand smell good, you caught him saying how it tasted good when you entered.